Huo Xuan had also waited alone on the second level of the Heavenly Tomb for a long time, as two soul forces continuously clashed within his body. In order to let Huo Zhi leave safely, Huo Xuan had given it everything he had. However, his soul force had already been severely wounded, and in the end, Tang Qiying's soul force once again seized control of the body.
Tang Qiying slowly raised his head. The struggle and pain on his face had completely vanished, replaced by a strange smile. He raised both hands before his eyes and examined them closely, his fingers trembling slightly from the violent clash of souls just now.
"Hehehe..."
"I knew a bastard like you couldn't possibly die so easily. If a little girl can bring you out, then it wasn't a loss."
He slowly rolled his neck and stretched his limbs, feeling his body return fully to his absolute control. With every trace of Huo Xuan erased, the smile on Tang Qiying's face widened.
"But now, it's all over!"
"The Soul Clan, the Flame Clan—what fucking belonging, what fucking honor? It's all bullshit. Only your own life and your own strength are real!"
He lowered his head and spread open his palm. A wisp of pure pale-black flame danced in his hand, radiating a heart-palpitating power of destruction. This was the power he had once dreamed of obtaining, the source of his obsession after losing twice to Xiao Yan's Heavenly Flames.
"Xiao Yan, last time we met, I was merely saying hello. Just wait until I fully adapt to this body, and I'll show you the true strength of a Flame Clan Dou Sheng!"
"You rely most heavily on your Heavenly Flames, but now I have them too. This time, let's see what you can use